A Spiritual Reality

                                        A Spiritual Reality       



Where billowing storm clouds

Drift across the sky with pockets

Of sunlight finding their way through,

We are reminded that this too shall pass.



Rooftops and treetops catch

The slices of celestial light

That attempt to wrap arms

Around them warmly.



As we remember, not all

Good things must end.

Sometimes they are

Temporarily on hold.



Looking ahead is sometimes

All we can do to find a

Way through a terrible

Wave of showers.



We can only accept the

Arms of those who love us

And lean on those who

Try to offer serenity.